Hello my peepz! I got bored with 'Regret' and 'The New Girls', so I decided to do one of those iPod one-shot things. So yeah.
Let's kick things off with a fun one!
'Six Gun Quota' by Seether
This will be a Sam chapter, since this song fits him perfectly.
Sam drove down the long, winding road, hating himself for the choices he made, hating Dean for judging him, and he hated everyone, for never asking him, just once, if he was ok.
His phone began to ring in his jacket pocket, playing Dean's ringtone. Sam ignored it. Usually, Sam would regret burning the bridge between him and his brother.
Well tonight, he was going to burn down all his bridges, then scatter the ashes.
Usually Sam would've felt bad about that last statement too, but no, not tonight.
Sam had given up on his emotions long ago, choosing to bottle them all up inside until he couldn't hold them anymore. He liked being numb, it made him a better hunter, kept his senses sharp.
Ignoring the reasoning voices in the back of his mind, he stopped at a motel for the night.
He ran up to his room and tossed his things on the bed. He was alone, just the way he liked it.
Sam knew it wasn't smart to hunt alone, but what the Hell? Nothing would come along that he couldn't handle.
Sam stripped off his grey windbreaker followed by his black denim jacket, revealing the two guns he kept close to his ribs and the other two he strapped to his back.
He removed the guns, placing each in a hidden location close to the motel bed.
He then reached down and pulled out a gun from each from his boots.
He hid those under his pillow.
"That's a lot of guns for one man, wouldn't you say?" Castiel asked from behind him.
"Well, with the apocalypse happening, I'd say the six gun quota would be appropriate wouldn't you?"
The angel looked hurt.
"Sam, Dean needs you. He can't fight this battle alone."
Sam shrugged. "He started it, only fair that he finish it." He said coldly.
"What is wrong with you?" Castiel asked.
"I told you, I'm following the Six Gun Quota. Burn your bridges, bottle your emotions, and shoot up a whole bunch of shit." Sam shrugged.
"So this is what you've become? An emotionless lone wolf?" Castiel asked.
Sam nodded. "Basically, yeah."
"Well then I hate you've become." Castiel said before vanishing.
"Yeah, me too Cass, me too." Sam sighed, trying to fight back tears. He couldn't, the well of emotions was overflowing.